Chapter 97: Forcing Your Hand
Regulus lay in the dark, heavy dark-green curtains sealing his bed into a private cocoon, shutting out every trace of light and sound.
There was only the steady rhythm of his own breathing and the faint ticking of the pocket watch beside his pillow.
His eyes remained open, pupils widening slowly in the darkness.
Abros Mulciber's final look replayed in his mind.
A warning.
But why?
Hermes had fallen. The task had stalled at the final step. He was out of the game.
Abros had appeared with a family potion, which meant the treatment would accelerate. Hermes might regain consciousness very soon.
Whoever was hiding in the shadows did not have much time left. They would have to complete the exploration before Hermes could speak, or make sure he never spoke at all.